" I object to -the testimony of the witness on the grounds of
The judge leaned forward, wearily, and poured himself a
glass of water from the china pitcher, which had blue flowers
painted upon it. While he drank, the people in the room
watched him. He put the glass down, and wiped his lips
with a handkerchief. "The jury will retire," he said then,
and stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket.
His eyes seemed to be closed while the jurymen went out.
They moved awkwardly, clumpingly, scraping their shoes on
the boards, When the door had closed behind them the
judge roused himself and said, " Mr. Wilkins, will you present
your reasons why the testimony of the witness should not be
admitted into the proceedings of this court?"
It was ruled that the testimony concerning the oath was
admissible. But when the jury had been summoned and the
men were moving back to their place, looking covertly at the
faces of the people before them as though to surprise there
the knowledge which had been denied them, the clock in the
tower of the courthouse struck. It struck four times, the
resonance of each impact dying away, thinning into a drowsy
hum like the sound of distant bees. At the motion of
Wilkins, over the protest of the prosecutor, the court was
The people rose and began to move sluggishly toward the
doors. Wilkins was sitting beside Doctor MacDonald, talk-
ing earnestly to him. Doctor MacDonald was shaking his
"Til wait," Mr. Munn told Professor Ball, and Professor
Ball nodded, not saying anything, not even looking at Mr.
Munn, and moved away. Cordelia, at his side, clutched his
arm. The people thinned out in the courtroom. Doctor
MacDonald went away with two deputies, leaving Wilkins
there alone at his table, on which the scattered papers lay.
Mr. Munn started to go over and speak to him, then turned
away. He left the courtroom, and walked down the dim
corridors and across the yet crowded yard to the jail. He